JIMMY BUFFETT - Migration lyrics
rate meBy: jimmy buffett<br>1974<br>Whoa, lookin' back at my background<br>Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here<br>Some things are still a mystery to me<br>While others are much too clear<br>I'm just livin' in the sunshine<br>Stay contented most of the time<br>Yeah listenin' to murphy, walker, and willis<br>Sing me their texas rhymes<br><br>Most of the people who retire in florida<br>Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch<br>And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys<br>I hate those bastards so much<br>I wish a summer squall would blow them all<br>The way up to fantasy land<br>Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here<br>They looked a lot better as beer cans<br><br>Chorus:<br>Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me<br>Why some people live like they do<br>So many nice things happenin' out there<br>They never even seen the clues<br>Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme<br>I know we been doin' our part<br>Got a caribbean soul I can barely control<br>And some texas hidden here in my heart<br><br>Well now I might have joined the merchant marine<br>If I hadn't learned how to sing<br>And on top of all that I got married too early<br>'cost me much more than a ring<br>But now those crazy days are over<br>Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done<br>I came off the rebound, started lookin' around<br>Figured out it's time to have a little fun<br><br>Chorus:<br>Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me<br>Why some people live like they do<br>So many nice things happenin' out there<br>They never even seen the clues<br>Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme<br>I know we been doin' our part<br>Got a caribbean soul I can barely control<br>And some texas hidden here in my heart<br><br>Well now if I ever live to be an old man<br>I'm gonna sail down to martinique<br>I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit<br>And an african parakeet<br>And then I'll sit him on my shoulder<br>And open up my trusty old mind<br>I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss<br>And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine<br><br>Chorus:<br>Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me<br>Why some people live like they do<br>So many nice things happenin' out there<br>They never even seen the clues<br>Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme<br>I know we been doin' our part<br>Got a caribbean soul I can barely control<br>And some texas hidden here in my heart<br><br>Coda:<br>Yeah, got a caribbean soul I can barely control<br>And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)
